Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.